He did not go through the trouble of a bespoke purple suit for nothing, you...you--...

And there it is again

He's huffing. This usually when he grabs up that shotgun that's bigger than he is.

Oh, /really?/ He's going to keep that in mind. For reasons.

He, personally, prefers a knife, but to each their own.

Now where's the fun in telling?

There's more fun in showing.

Oh, no. He's taking his guns and his tailored purple suit /elsewhere./

Maybe. If he does, he might find the doors locked if he comes back.

//Oswald calm down ffs

/Really./ He wouldn't even be phased?

/He'll/ be upset? /Grand./ And why, pray tell, does Ed think the doors would he locked to begin with?

...... That petty little man just banished Ed's ass to the couch.

Oh, it's very fair.

At this rate, Ed is going to be on the couch all week.

He's /tired,/ so he's going to bed. /Alone./

Only if he wants to get stabbed.

Oh, no. Not in the fun way.

Much as he would love to carve his name onto-- /no./ Ed is in the doghouse. Until further notice.

Still on the couch.